DaVinci glanced towards Jefferson, licking his dry lips nervously as he asked. "Is she going to be ok?" He didn't want to see her, he was afraid to, but he wanted to know what he was to say to his children now who were sitting outside on the porch waiting to seem what had happened and what exactly was going on. He knew that they weren't stupid, that they'd seen the blood and they'd seen everyone gathering around Iskata.. he just didn't know where their pintsized minds had taken their assumptions. Actually he really didn't want to know, he knew how strong a child's imagination could be.